Today is National Poetry Day. I don't pretend to be much of a poet but I felt it was my duty to make an attempt at least. As an experiment, I've included a recording of me reading it.

Last night I dreamed no bombs were falling from the skyNo siren sounds disturbed the city's gentle rest,No rattling gun, no rumbling tanks, no battle cryPunctured the darkness, leaving all around distressed.I dreamed the morning light laid out a fresh spring dayOr summer's vivid flowers, or rich autumnal glow;Cold winds would surely sweep the foulest air awayAnd leave the purest calming drifts of winter snow.I dreamed that all the Earth was whole again once moreThat all we passengers had settled up our duesThat want became plenty, that peace had replaced warThat a just and fair world would be the world we'd choose.But I awoke, and it was just another dream, I knew;Another day awaited me with so much more to do.

Bobby Warner

6/10/2017 12:40:25 am

Truly beautiful sentiments, Gordon. Superbly done.

Fliss Zakaszewska

18/10/2017 09:21:45 pm

I wish it were true and not just your dream. Beautiful poem. Thank you.